Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Today, I threw up Cheerios, the most innocuous of the breakfast foods. Yep. I'm definitely pregnant.

I'd like to apologize for my weeks-long absence from the blog world. It's just that I feel like I've had a stomach bug for almost a month, and I'm so damn tired it's an effort just to sit up in the mornings. Sitting in front of the computer and stringing my words together into sentences has been way, way beyond me. So, does this blog entry represent a new, better feeling? Mostly, it represents my desperation to do something other than dry-heave or demand that poor spook drive me around the corner so that I can get a caesar salad right now. (Pregnancy nausea does not conform to the rules of nausea that we can all usually count on. Just one of the many fun quirks I've been learning all about.) I am just beginning to understand the outrage of my friend M., who spent her entire first pregnancy saying "Nobody tells you it's going to be like this!" This is substantially true. But also? Even if they did tell you, you wouldn't believe it. I know, because I really thought I was listening to her, and I'm shocked and horrified. So let me add my voice to the chorus of ignored women's voices to say: pregnancy sucks.

Yes, I'm happy to be having a baby, yes, I'm aware of how lucky I am, given that some women struggle for years just to get pregnant. I just don't think that means I have any obligation to sugarcoat four weeks of barfing.

Let's all hope I feel better before I bore everyone to death with my whining.

p.s. Aunties! Uncles! Your enthusiasm is welcome! It helps me remember why I thought this was a good idea in the first place.